Rudolph Manheim

Rookie - 20 Points (August 31,1992 / Malacca, Malaysia)

As The Writing Starts Here - Poem by Rudolph Manheim

As the time passes by
And I can't lie
Why, oh why?
Please tell me why.

As the ticks runs fast
When it will be last?
And its going to be a must
To see your face for the last.

As the winds blows smoothly
What it could be?
Between you and me
While you with somebody.

As the wheels goes around
What would I found?
He takes you runaround
While I fell onto the ground.

As the duck floating
Still, I'm here standing
Waiting and waiting
The love that doesn't calling.

As Jack cut down the timber
I started to wonder
Why he would be the lover?
The winner of your chamber.

As the writing stops here
I drank a root beer
And hope that you can hear
That I wanted to be your lover

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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